The Red Rocket. The Hound of Glory. The Dog Dick of Shame. The dreaded 24” short claw. Never, ever use these. I know, I know, these things wash up in Monster Camps and tend to stick there like the idea that tacos and beans will make a great Saturday meal; throw them away.

I love LARP (not lamp, darnit!). Over the years I have been involved in a number of hobbies, from paintball to poetry, and none of them has captured my imagination and brought a healthy balance to my life like LARP. This would generally be the point in the introduction where I say something like “it’s the people, maaaaaaan,”

As noted on our LARP calendar, I have chosen to narrowly define LARP for the purposes of this blog. There is a large and growing umbrella of Live Action Role-Paying games from Vampire the Masquerade and other “hotel” events – I don’t really care about all of that, because when you open the scope too wide you end up arguing with some Finnish asshole about latex weapons for far longer than is good for your health or their economy.